week three | mingle

[marriagebroker]

No outright changes this week either. Week three rolls around, braced for impact as ever. The estate is still intact, the contestants are still motivated, things are looking good.

Well, aside from the fact you all had a blackout this weekend. That wasn't so good.

Either way, when Monday rolls around, Wei Wuxian seems to be in a cheery mood as he greets everyone Monday morning.

"Everyone, come here, come here. I have an announcement!"

Better go see what that's about, huh?

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[poans]

[Then it's okay? He'll resume making his way over, though slower this time.]

I am curious to know which card belongs to whom, though I shall leave the sharing of answers to those who would volunteer them.

[nrangel]

[ Her little legs and the fact that percentage wise more of her is submerged than her appreciates that slow down. ]

Which one are you the most curious about?

[poans]

At this juncture, any will do. [He's not looking to pressure anyone.] Has aught caught your eye?

[nrangel]

I kind of want to know who has been coloring their hair this whole time, but it's not like I've got to go prying into everyone's secrets or anything.

[ Says the girl that took a sniper shot right at Rom immediately after reading the cards. ]

[poans]

[A deeply uncomfortable feeling settles in his gut from the knowledge that he is fully aware of who, in fact, has been coloring their hair.]

Indeed, perhaps that would be for the best . . .

[nrangel]

[ Sorry, Yi Sang, because Serpilia is just going to blithely skip along. ]

If they volunteer it though that's another story. So which one is yours?

[poans]

[He pauses.]

T-that, I believe, is also better off forgotten.

[And it's back to their wading.]

[nrangel]

[ A stutter, a lack of desire for her to know... after she'd just made a comment about which one she wanted to know the most... ]

Hold on a second.

[ She's grabbing onto his t-shirt to bring him up short, eyes narrowing a little as she tries to stand on her toes, eyes narrowed as she stares at his head, or more specifically... at the roots of his hair. ]

[poans]

[Yanked down to her level, he doesn't protest the pull, though he all but sputters at the suddenness of her action.]

Miss Serpilia, what . . .

[The roots of his hair are, indeed, black.]

[nrangel]

[ Hm...

She lets him go, patting him on the back to encourage his wading forward once more. ]

Just wanted to check something.

[ Subtle. ]